The move

A friend will help you move, a good friend will help you move a body.

Of course, if you're in the business of moving bodies you're pretty screwed up and should seek professional help. Morticians and funeral directors excluded.

I studied for two weeks straight and finished my exams on a Saturday. Because of time constraints, I was forced to begin packing immediately after my final exam. I moved that afternoon to my new home in the heart of Corydon Village. Mike helped me by way of proving a minivan and muscle power. He also brought a little kid along who proved to be quite handy when it came to holding doors open and closing drawers shut with duct tape. You're such a good friend, I love you Mike. I honestly have no idea what I would have done without you.

So I've moved in to my new place. It's a basement room in a whole house shared by four other guys. They're all Mennonite. I'm a bisexual of British descent. We are getting along swimmingly.

My new room has basically no furniture in it. I am desperately in need of a dresser and a computer desk that has drawers or I'll never get anything unpacked. I am living out of duffel bags at the moment and it's driving me nuts.

But I must admit that overall, I'm quite content in my new home, and slowly recovering from the mental bruising from the past two weeks.